Author: Inca
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Rating R - m/m sex
Angel/Spike
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, I just like to play with them
Spoilers - Who knows when? Angel series 3?
Summary: Fun Smut
Authors notes: For more stories by me, come to http://www.geocities.com/slasherphiles/ , slashing 24/6...
He watched as Spike reclined next to him, bare flesh against bare flesh, and chuckled as a cold white foot rubbed against his. He reached over and took Spikes chilly hand and entwined the fingers with his own, pulling his childe closer to him with the action.
Spike snuggled up to him and threw one perfect, exposed leg across his thigh, while tightening the grip on Angel�s hand.
He reached with his unoccupied hand and trailed it up Angel�s chest, flicking across hardened nubs of nipples, smiling as his Sire closed his eyes and purred a sound deep in his chest. His hand continued up and he used his fingers to comb through the thick dark hair above Angel�s neck.
Angel opened his eyes as he felt Spike place a small kiss on his shoulder, and held the younger vampire�s gaze as he watched full lips part, and a pink tongue quest out from between to trace a small pattern across his skin.
�Spike?�
He was laying more little lick-patterns now. And the bed was bouncing. That�s strange.
�Hmmm?�
Spike moved across to straddle Angel. He bent down and again started to lick, this time across Angel�s chest.
Angel moaned and ran his fingers through Spike�s short hair, pulling at the strands. He jerked Spike�s head back so he could look him in the eyes. They were heavy lidded with hunger.
�Touch me.�
He felt Spike�s hands across his length, massaging, and pulling. Pausing at all the right places. He felt fingertips tickle across his tip. Spike moved his body up against Angel�s like a submissive pet.
Not really like Spike�
Angel felt like he was being poked in the face. This was getting very strange, but here goes�
�I love you.�
�Do you pet? That�s nice. I love you too.�
Angel blinked. He watched somewhat warily as Spike started poking his chest.
�What are you doing?�
�I love you so much Angel. You�re the only one for me.�
Angel cocked his head and frowned�this isn�t right. This�can�t be Spike.
�I�m sorry I drank the last container of blood in the fridge and didn�t tell you about it. I�ll never be so inconsiderate again.�
Angel widened his eyes at the statement, and was just about to ask where this imposter had hidden Spike�s body when he felt a hard slap against his face.
Angel opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was lying on his stomach in his bed. His cheek was stinging. The naked compliant Spike was not in the room apparently. But there was an annoying Spike.
His childe was sitting next to him, clothed in his duster, black jeans and black shirt. And boots. He was wearing boots on the bed. Angel glared at the offending footwear.
�Christ I thought you�d never wake up.�
Angel winced his eyes in pain and rubbed at his cheek.
�Did you slap me?�
�Slapped you, poked you, bounced on the bed, and I even started wanking you, nonce. I was trying to wake you up, I thought you were a light sleeper.�
�Figures. Knew it was a dream. I didn�t think you�d ever say sorry�
�What? Peaches, I think you�re going senile in your old age.� Spike giggled.
�Nothing. Why did you wake me up?� Angel asked, wanting to placate Spike as soon as possible so he could go back to sleep and spend time with his Dream-Spike.
�I want to go out.�
If only.
Angel opened his eyes and looked at the clock on the bedside table.
�Spike, it�s 10:05. In the morning. Where could you possibly want to go?�
�Mc Donalds.�
�Mc Whatey?�
�Mc Donalds, sells burgers, like a hundred million served��
�I know what�� He closed his eyes in frustration.
�Come on! I want a Sausage and Egg McMuffin!�
At this statement, Angel opened one eye and shot a look at his overactive child, who was currently bouncing on the bed next to him.
�What?� he asked wearily.
�Sausage and Egg McMuffin!�
Angel took a few moments to try to decifer what Spike had just said.
He couldn�t. It didn�t make any sense.
�Spike, that doesn�t make any sense.�
Spike quit bouncing on the bed and slithered off the side. He then proceeded to try to pull Angel�s legs onto the floor.
Angel twisted over onto his back and wrenched his legs out of Spike�s grasp and used them to kick the vampire away. He then flipped back on to his stomach, pulled a pillow under his face, and tried to go back to sleep. Where he could converse with Dream-Spike.
His last ditch attempt to cling to the final shreds of sleep attached to his mind was completely shattered when Spike unexpectantly launched a running jump onto his Sire�s back.
�AAARGH!! SPIKE!� Angel screamed as he reached round to his back and rubbed his knuckles across his spine at point of impact.
Spike bared his teeth and let out a high pitched giggle.
�Stacks on Angel!�
�Stacks on shut the hell up! And leave me alone.�
Angel tried to shake Spike off, but to no avail, as his childe straddled his lower back in a hyperactive parody of his Dream-Spike.
�Look Angel! I�m topping!�
Angel clenched his teeth through another high pitched giggle and then rolled to the side to dislodge the lively vampire from his back, and hopefully onto the floor.
�Come on, UP! We only have 20 minutes �till it stops!�
�Until what stops?�
Spike looked at him as if he were retarded.
�Mc Donalds breakfast.� He pronounced very slowly, as if Angel�s brain couldn�t take it all in.
Angel dropped his head into the pillow.
�Why do you want Mc Donalds breakfast?�
�Sausage and ��
�Egg McMuffin. Yes I know, but why?�
�I dunno. I just do. So get UP! We can go to that one in the mall, to avoid, well, fatal sunburn.� He hurdled onto the bed once more, legs either side of Angel�s form and started jumping.
�What are the chances of you going away and letting me sleep without a Sausage and Egg McMuffin?�
�What chances?� Spike asked through his grin.
Angel closed his eyes and counted to 10.
�Alright. Just let me get dressed.�
Spike jumped off the bed to get a better look at his Sire and licked his lips lasciviously.
�I don�t know love, I like dinner and a � show.�
�You do. But the employees and patrons of Mc Donalds probably wouldn�t�
�So no homo-eroticism in the line then?�
He sighed as he watched Spike run out of the room.
10 minutes later Angel came out of the bedroom, dressed but still sleepy, and more than a little pissed, to find Spike lounging on the sofa in front of the T.V, cigarette settled between lips, with his boots and shirt off.
Angel focused on the roof and let out an angry, unnatural sigh.
�Why do you look like you�re settling in for a day in front of the television when 10 minutes ago, you were waking me up out of a very pleasant dream to take your chain smoking, last-blood-container-in-the-fridge-drinking, annoying, dead arse to Mc Donalds?�
Spike looked up, midly annoyed at having his attention drawn away from Sesame Street.
�Mc Donalds? I don�t wanna go there now. It was a passing fancy.�
Angel slammed his eyelids shut, trying not to think of how many weapons he had in his apartment at the time, and how many inventive ways he could use them on his amazingly annoying childe.
�Oh by the way, I drank the last of the blood in the fridge, get some more when you�re out would you?� and he turned his attention back to Elmo.
Angel snapped.
He pulled Spike of the sofa and held him in a grinding bear hug.
�OW�
�Ow?�
�Ponce.�
�You are VERY annoying, do you know that? Why do I keep you here?�
�Im a good fuck?�
�True.� Angel reasoned.
�And why do you stay here?�
�Because�I want to?� Spike raised his eyebrows.
Angel laughed, what he was going to say was gonna piss Spike off, and , well, good.
�Because you�re my pet vampire. You stay with me cause you know I�m stronger and you like it.�
Spike pulled out of Angel�s arms and looked at him.
�I�m not your pet.�
Angel chuckled.
�Yes you are.�
Spike�s mouth gaped open at the audacity.
�I think you�re forgetting who you�re talking to��
�No, I think you�re forgetting your place.�
�Sire�, he pointed to himself, then to Spike, �Pet.�
�You think.�
Spike started to head towards the door but Angel wrapped his arms around Spike�s waist and pushed him against the wall. Spike was pinned, his chest against the wall, his back against his Sire.
He felt Spike try to pull away but held him in place with his body, increasing the pressure, crushing his childe.
Spike turned his face so his cheek was against the wall, and Angel took advantage of the situation to place a light kiss on the side of Spike�s face revealed to him.
�Spike, you never learn. I hold the leash in this relationship�and I know you like it when I pull it�� Angel ground his hips against Spike�s ass, �tight.�
Spike could keep up the apathetic pretence no longer. He moved his body back, relieving some of the pressure he was in, back against the barrier of Angel�s silk covered chest and put his hands over his Sire�s to guide them over his pale, muscled abdomen, to the top of his jeans.
Angel chuckled and pulled his hands away, content to run them over the colourless shoulders in front of him.
Spike turned around and made a grab for Angel�s shirt.
�No, no. Only you�Pet�
He pushed Spike back onto the sofa, making his legs sprawl ungraciously.
He paused briefly to turn the annoying TV off and then turned his attention to Spike, still spread-eagle on the sofa.
�Staying there like a nice little Pet are you?� Angel asked, enjoying the flash of indignant anger flaring in Spikes azure eyes.
He tried to get up but Angel pushed him effortlessly back into position.
He was glaring but Angel noticed the bump appearing in his jeans.
He knelt between the spread legs and unfastened the button fly of Spikes jeans. He smiled to himself as his Childe�s cock sprang free, unfettered from lack of underwear, slapping lightly against his stomach.
He rose slightly and wrenched the jeans off Spike�s pliant legs. He settled again and looked up at Spike gazing down at him, intent, blue eyes searching for a hint of what would happen next.
Never breaking eye contact, Angel bent and layed a lick on the blonde�s inner thigh, enjoying the shudder beneath him.
Another lick, longer, stretching towards the nest of brown curls surrounding Spike�s manhood, moving with his unneeded breaths.
Angel�s mouth hovered near the tip of Spike�s flushed length, the sight sending cold tremors through the younger vampire's body.
He flicked his tongue out and drew back, smiling up at the younger vampire.
�Angel, suck it, stop teasing� Spike grunted out.
To his horror, his Sire huffed and sat back on his haunches, lifting an eyebrow to complete the picture of displeasure.
�You�, he said softly, �don�t tell me what to do, do you?�
�No.�
Angel lifted his hands and placed them on both of Spike�s thighs, using his thumbs to stroke little circles on the goose-pimpled flesh.
�Ever?�
�No, Never.�
He grinned and Spike watched knowing Angel was going to take his right as Sire, and put him through his paces.
And Spike knew he would do whatever Angel asked. And he knew he�d like it.
�Are you sorry boy?� Angel mocked.
Spike knew how to answer.
�Yes Sire, Very sorry. It will never happen again.� Smirking even as he felt his cock hardening even more, filling to painful proportions.
Grinning, Angel lightly dusted his fingers across Spike�s shaft, knowing Spike knew the next question.
Knowing how Spike would answer, how Spike wanted to answer, just so he could get off. He almost laughed at the simplicity of Spike�s wants.
�Will you be a good boy?�
Good boy. That�s what he wants, well, Spike could play the game as long as he could feel Angel�s cool mouth and talented tongue swirling and sucking him in, until he feel the point of Angel�s nose pressed against his abdomen, and the head of his cock massaged by Angel�s throat. And his hands�
�Yes Sire, for you.�
�Good. Spread your legs.�
He did.
Angel was running the fingers of one hand over Spike�s balls and stripping his shaft in the other, with a look of contentment on his face. No eye contact now, just watching his legs. Or his compliance.
�You can do better than that. Further.�
Further would be verging on painful, but he did so anyway, pointing his toes into the ground for more leverage. He was rewarded with a faster, tighter, tugging on his cock.
Spike sighed harshly and winced his eyes closed.
�Angel��
�Beg me.�
�Please Angel� he whispered, �Suck me, make me come, anything you want to do, just please do it now. I need your mouth on me, please. PLEASE. I want you.�
Angel swept his wet tongue around the crown of Spike�s cock, and pulled away.
Spike moaned.
�Please. Deeper.� Angel�s mouth sank down, taking Spike in.
�I�ll do anything. Don�t play with me, don�t tease, but please��
Angel held the head in his mouth and started to make humming sounds.
�God�� came the whisper from above.
Angel held the base of his cock and plunged his mouth down, throating Spike in a swift, easy movement. He made as if he were trying to swallow and felt Spike shuddering in and around him like he was having an epileptic fit.
He started to slowly bob his head up and down, smiling around the length in his mouth, as he felt Spike�s long fingers twist themselves into his hair.
Angel felt Spike�s hips trying to thrust, trying to set the place but he held tight and slammed Spike down with his palms.
After about 10 minutes of steady pace and whimpering pleads, he started to run his fingers over Spike�s balls and perineum, slipping a finger or two inside Spike to stroke at his prostate.
He heard Spike making a lot of moans and word-like noises and the occasional �Angel�, and he decided to speed up. He took on the momentum of a runaway train, using his speed and supernatural strength to move up and down, becoming a blur, driving Spike closer and closer to the edge. He kept on to the beat of Spike�s gasping until he came, spilling deep in his throat. He felt the blonde tense, from neck to toes, fingers pulling at Angel�s hair painfully, wrapping his bare legs around his Sires fully clothed body, knowing his Sire was riding the waves of climax with him, until he was left panting and sweaty on the sofa, eyes closed.
He felt Angel watching him. No, he felt Angel smirking at him.
Angel stood and scrutinised his work, before bending and placing a kiss on his Childe�s cheekbone, stroking Spike�s damp hair back across his head.
�Pet.�
Spike�s eyes opened slightly, startling blue against his pale face.
�Not your� Pet.�
Angel chuckled and left him sprawled naked on the sofa, vaguely hoping his friends would not come looking for him and find Spike instead in his denuded state and walked back to his bedroom.